Your nature perforated the abrasive
organ pumps/
Spray painted everything known to
man/
Stream rushed through and all out
into/
Something Whilst the crackling
stare down sun snuck/
Through our windows boarded up/
He hit your flint face and it
sparked.

And I bellowed and you parked/
We reached Marfa/
One honest day up on this freedom
pole/
Devils not done digging/
He’s speaking in tongues all along
the pan handle/
And this pining erosion is getting
dust in/

My eyes/
And I’m drunk on your morsels/
And so I look down the line/
Your every twitch hand drum
salute/
Salutes mine."

more worthwhile than almost anything published by The Independent, at the least.

I think it's cool. it's messy because, like, so is life? I want to hear her recite it.

which looked at the repeated uses of vulnerable/precarious imagery (bones instead of whole bodies, "perforated the abrasive
organ pumps", "pining erosion") and suggested the poem could be about fragmented entities constantly under attack from either natural erosion or third parties ("He hit your flint face and it sparked" possibly being a reference to paparazzi).

Given that it was written after the twilight saga ended it's possibly a response to her newfound fame?